Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.